And after a long time the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree
“but I have nothing left to give you——” “My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them———”
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb————”
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something——— but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump.”
